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Sep. 1st, 2024 10:26 pmIt's been a productive week.
The day after the funeral, when I woke up to the piles of boxes and furniture and paperwork, I set myself a goal that every single day, something would leave my house, no matter how small. I am surprised to report that I think I've actually managed to achieve that goal, even if on some days it was only a single bag of garbage or a pair of glasses dropped off at a charity.
Earlier this week the housemate showed up and took away all their furniture and boxes AND emptied their storage unit and moved everything to a new storage facility in Niagara Falls. It will be much closer if they need anything and since it's not in Toronto it's a third of the price. They stayed with a friend who lives within walking distance so they came back the next day to go through the basement and pack up more boxes. With all their stuff out of the way it meant I was able to get a start on organizing the main floor and they helped me move furniture and scrub aged cat piss off the hardwood.
We had a beer on the porch after, hot and sweaty and streaked with dust and cobwebs. We talked. They freely admitted - without me bringing it up - that they were pretty toxic at the end there. They're doing really well now, in their new environment.
I have... some mixed feelings about that. Not gonna lie.
After they buggered off home I used the long weekend to scrub dust off more shit and rearrange some other shit and start to figure out how I want my space to be laid out. A friend calls it House Tetris - I need to move a thing so I can clean the area and make space for the thing that I want to be there instead, which also needs to be cleaned, and then I have to find a space to stash the old thing while I figure out where I want that. Everything is filthy, I have inhaled so much dust. I am allergic to dust. I feel like I've been punched in the face.
But ultimately I am really happy that I finally get to do this. It will be the first time in very many years where nobody's opinion matters but mine.
Now if I could just figure out where the drill ended up.
The day after the funeral, when I woke up to the piles of boxes and furniture and paperwork, I set myself a goal that every single day, something would leave my house, no matter how small. I am surprised to report that I think I've actually managed to achieve that goal, even if on some days it was only a single bag of garbage or a pair of glasses dropped off at a charity.
Earlier this week the housemate showed up and took away all their furniture and boxes AND emptied their storage unit and moved everything to a new storage facility in Niagara Falls. It will be much closer if they need anything and since it's not in Toronto it's a third of the price. They stayed with a friend who lives within walking distance so they came back the next day to go through the basement and pack up more boxes. With all their stuff out of the way it meant I was able to get a start on organizing the main floor and they helped me move furniture and scrub aged cat piss off the hardwood.
We had a beer on the porch after, hot and sweaty and streaked with dust and cobwebs. We talked. They freely admitted - without me bringing it up - that they were pretty toxic at the end there. They're doing really well now, in their new environment.
I have... some mixed feelings about that. Not gonna lie.
After they buggered off home I used the long weekend to scrub dust off more shit and rearrange some other shit and start to figure out how I want my space to be laid out. A friend calls it House Tetris - I need to move a thing so I can clean the area and make space for the thing that I want to be there instead, which also needs to be cleaned, and then I have to find a space to stash the old thing while I figure out where I want that. Everything is filthy, I have inhaled so much dust. I am allergic to dust. I feel like I've been punched in the face.
But ultimately I am really happy that I finally get to do this. It will be the first time in very many years where nobody's opinion matters but mine.
Now if I could just figure out where the drill ended up.